Yes, yes! What fun on my TTY typing dirty to other deafies.
$1.99 a minute. They wouldn’t know I was a guy.
Ask me again if I can’t get a job once I get my degree.
Let me see. err ummm ( in monotone)
ohhhh baby. ohhh yes baby. Your the one. Shake it but don’t break it baby ohhhh yeah. Give it to me good now.
Well what do you think?
I’ve actually thought about this and came to the conclusion 2 years ago that yes, I could and would become a phone-sex operator. I have the voice for it [and have been told this many times], only prob is, I’m not 18.
Sure, only if I can pretend to be female.
Broken: how old are you?
I think it would be nice. is the pay good? Yes? Perhaps…I just think I have a horrible voice. And I’d probably start giggling randomly and then be unable to stop. So…I suppose it will have to be put on the back burner for now. A dream I will always aspire to. After all. A man…er, woman, must have a dream that exceeds his/her grasp…right?
I dunno. I mean, I can do the voice pretty well, and I have an active imagination, so it wouldn’t be hard, but I’m not 18 yet, so what’s the point?
I would, if only I didn’t have the tendency to stutter… and talk quickly… and the fact that my Midwest non-accent is very boring.
Yes, yesyesyes (easy money) … in a heartbeat. Unfortunately, I have a few problems.
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I could only be a male voice, although I’ve been told by many people that I have a “beautiful” speaking voice, it is a male voice. When I try to impersonate a female, I sound like “Mr. Ed” in drag.
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Although I have a nice male voice, I couldn’t play gay. Sorry, guys, nothing personal, but I’m straight and you’d see see through me like a lace curtain.
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I am much too opinionated, Instead of playing the game, I’d probably jump all over you and start trying to tell you how to go about getting a real life, shoring up your marriage or putting your money to a better use than this $3.99 a minute call.
But hey, live and let live, thats my motto. I personally think that telephone sex (and porno in general, when kept to adults) provides a valuable public service. Humans need a sexual relief valve, and if that sexy voice on the phone keeps someones pent up frustrations off the street, then God bless.
Yes, the pay is great. My friend does it. You’d call a main number & they would give her your number. She would call you & your credit card would be charged too. She thought it would be better to be an independent. She said she makes around $60 an hour or $60,000 year. That was around '91.
But you all could do deaf clients cause they couldn’t tell what your sex was. A visual monotone.
REALLY alot of years ago, I did think about doing it & called a couple of places that were hiring. However, the money was marginal, so I never followed through.
I did read about a guy who filed a sex-discrimination suit against one of these places because they fired him after finding out he was a guy, although he had worked for them successfully (impersonating a woman) for some time before they found out.
This is actually something I’ve thought about in times of monetary chrisis, even though I’m a guy and straight.
In Iceland the money is just so f’in good, I knew this girl who did it and I envied the shit out of her when ever she told me how much she was making for how little work.
My only hangup was the obvious one, I’m not gay and I’m not sure I could turn a guy on, since I really have no clue as to what they want from me. However, I have an active imagination and reading up on gay erotica probably could have made me a passable phone-sex-guy.
I just never had the guts to go through with it, and actually I’m not sure if I would have lasted long in the job. I’m not disgusted by gays or gay sex (I’ve been painstakingly inoculated by my gay friends back home who loved shocking straight guys with some pretty gross stuff) but I would probably have sounded too bored to be any good. So I guess it’s more of a fear of getting fired/not hired than anything else, apart from getting recognized of course! There aren’t that many people in Iceland…
I wouldn’t do it for any less money than it pays in Iceland, and that’s A LOT more than in the big countries with lots of providers. Only ONE live sex service back home and they have to put up a lot of moolah to get someone in such a small society to use their voice. Chances are, you’ll get recognized sooner or later.
— G. Raven
I’d LOVE to be a phone sex operator, but I don’t know if I could afford to pay that much, 40 horus a week…
I don’t think I would be able to be a phone sex operator cause I work on the phone all day at the moment, and it is not great. Sometimes it is really boring.
On the other hand, I have been told by several people that I have the voice for it. One of my work collegues overheard a call I was on and said she thought I sounded like a phone sex operator (I did not ask how she knew) and my supervisor said I have a bedtime voice, so I dunno.
TTFN
Rick
When I was unemployed for 4 months and getting tired of playing video games all day I started considering jobs I could take and not really have to work. Phone sex seemed like a fun job. Who wouldn’t love to sit on the phone all day talking about sex. Then it dawned on me that it’s a much better profesion for women. I have No desire to talk sex with men all day and I figure the likelyhood of a girl calling in was slim. Instead I ended up selling my soul to the local telco for a job. Phone sex with men is sounding good now!.
I find sex talk boring as hell. Give me the old in and out, or give me a back rub and hug, but in either case don’t tell me about it.
I’d need a phone script; I’m terrible at ad-libbing.
FWIW, I knew a girl who did it, years ago. The money was good, but the down side was you are tied to your house for 9 hour shifts. When a call come in, the central operator finds out what the guy is looking for, then calls the sex girl and tells her what she is supposed to be- young, old, blond, dark, skinny, fat, etc… and she basis her talk on that. They did give her a big book of scripts, but in her case she freelanced it. The funny thing was, a group of us would usually hang at her place, because she couldn’t leave. When her sex phone rang, we would all be quiet-which wasn’t always easy! She’d be sitting on the couch, in sweats and a t-shirt, twirling the phone cord through her fingers and looking bored, while saying stuff like “ohhhhh, yes…now I’m running my fingers under the hem of lacy nighty and slipping them between the juicy, wet lips of my pussy. You’re making me sooooo wet!” We frequently had to leave the room to fight off an attack of the giggles. I always wondered about the men who believe that what’s being described is what’s really happening.
I would, except I’m better at listening than I am at talking.
However, if people ever paid to have cyber-sex, that might be a different story. 
Zoggie: I’m 17, turning 18 in a month.